I’ve realised over the past few months that I’ve got myself into a bit of a bind. With a steady stream of ‘”go large or go home” success stories coming at me via my Facebook feed, I’ve fallen into the trap of forgetting how important small is. I’ve decided to be small. Small is manageable,…
Lately
The man and I celebrated a milestone this week. We met in the wee small hours at the (then) divey Strawberry Hills Hotel 21 years ago. Our romance feels all grown up and yet, surely I am still only 21 years old myself? Of course we felt the occasion demanded celebrating, but obviously not enough…
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Last Saturday we had 14 kids to a sleepover. They were meant to all be outside in tents, but the weather had other ideas, so instead they were all in our lounge room. Last year I swore I would never again host a slumber party and yet, there I was pleading for mercy at 2…
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This week has been full to the brim with Lottie birthday goodness. She is suddenly nine. We had her traditional sushi train / ice cream / Vivid Lights birthday night on Tuesday. She loves to do the same thing every year and it suits us just fine. It’s nice of Sydney to turn on the Vivid…
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It’s been a goodly while between drinks I know. I accidentally stopped writing here for a while and then I did it deliberately to see what would happen. Would I feel less busy if I removed this one thing? Would I miss it? Would you miss it? Like the best kinds of friendship, life pretty…
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We all act badly sometimes and it’s mortifying to get caught out doing it. I had a major road ragey turn at the intersection at the top of our street on Friday. There was a car turning right off the main road that I had to give way to, but it didn’t move. It was…
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I’ve rescheduled our drinks to Sunday afternoons. I hope that still suits you… I like Sunday afternoons. They feel like both the end of one week and the beginning of another. Today we’re having a lovely cold Creature Comforts Reclaimed Rye. Good drinking. Here’s what I’ll be telling you: I’m loving: hanging out by our pool….
Romance isn’t something you pay for
So it’s Val’s Day, which I imagine is a very big deal for a lot of people, but not for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been wined and dined on 14 Feb in my life. If Bartolo brought home a dozen roses I think I would just feel a bit embarrassed for us. Romance is…
Lately
This week, let’s just quietly sip our whiskey and dry, shall we? After my fourth week of simultaneous working and mothering, I have neither the strength nor the will to speak. I am, however, trying to revel in the micro-moments. If I could speak, I would tell you this about the week just gone: I’m…
Lately
Oh, this work and mothering thing bites hard sometimes. I am an official wearer of the cranky pants this week. In fact, I believe I would be in the running to be elected President of the Cranky Pants, if Donald Trump hadn’t so neatly stitched up the title for himself. This is the thing about…
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